Thank you to Karen for betaing this wonderfully, and for putting up with my eternal email's. Things should hopefully pick up with the next few parts
Part 3 : Empty
Having sunk into the deep depths of satisfied slumber the three professionals remained dead to the world as night turned into morning, light streaming into the room bearing no effect on their consciousness. Still with his arms round Connie to his right and George to his left John wasn't sure if he felt glad that last night had happened, far from being bang out of order with regards to Jo and their relationship it still held the damming marks of unlawful love on Connie's account, this amazingly beautiful, talented, witty and intelligent surgeon was still hurting over her husband whether she admitted it or not.
Hearing the soft tinkle of her mobile from the depth's of her handbag lying in the corner of the room Connie inwardly groaned, feeling so safe in the embrace completely mirrored her normal tone of feeling's. Sliding out of the bed still completely naked Connie fidgeted around the room for something to wear. Lifting a stray shirt from the floor she quickly threw it on before fetching her phone.
"Connie Beauchamp speaking," she stated tonelessly, irritated that someone chose to call her so early.
"Connie, I'm glad you're still alive," came the sultry dark voice, somewhere it the tangle of syllable's Connie could hear the unspoken pangs of relief that he'd reached her.
"Ric, why are you calling me this early, and on my mobile," Connie tutted, wandering around the room completely ignoring the other occupants as they continued a halfhearted slumber
"Oh I was just wondering when the medical director would be returning to her role, since I've been told to take up the slack, that and I'm curious as to what's been keeping you in London," feeling the intuitive smile play on his lips Connie paused for a moment, feeling a slight rush in considering herself the run away teen she'd once been.
"Nothing for you to worry about, now one, is the hospital still standing, two, are you in my office, if so remove yourself immediately and three how pressing is it that I need to return," Connie asked an air of authority in her voice, putting the final touches to her suitcase she took the opportunity to lay out a fresh outfit, making ready her quick escape.
"Very funny Connie, the hospital is still here unfortunately, no I'm not in your office and the sooner the better we've got the two registrar's running the shop floor since Elliot is on leave for his daughter's play or something," Ric responded dutifully, "that and I'm feeling a little bit lonely," ignoring his pine at the end of the spiel Connie countered.
"Very well I'll be in work by 6 pm tonight and can you pass a message on to the astute maverick and his meticulous friend not to perform surgery unless the patient is at death's door, today isn't for making stupid decisions."
"Will do Connie, thanks," Ric replied before hanging up, turning her attentions back to the task in hand Connie wandered back over to the side of the bed she'd emanated from sitting on the end of the bed.
"I take it that was the hospital wondering where you'd absconded from?" John mused, lifting his arm from around George so he could sit up properly.
"Sadly yes, I've got to return for tonight, two registrars in control of my ward bodes extremely well for legal firms and disaster for the hospital," Connie admitted, "if you don't mind I'm going to have a shower and get ready."
"No, be my guest," John replied politely, watching Connie gather a brown dress, matching heels and underwear before heading to the bathroom where the sound of the powerful shower became audible moment's later. "George," John continued, turning his gaze to her still naked chest that lay begging at him.
"Hmmm," George intoned sleepily, her voice unusually filled with the soft dreamy tone that came after a passionate night and long lie. Saying nothing to one another whilst they lay there, John letting his hand wander up to her abdomen, resting on the pinnacle of her left breast as he slowly drew his finger round the darker skin surrounding the erect nipple. Gasping slightly she responded with a trailing hand on his groin circling just to the right of his manhood, fighting the urge to let her know just how much this was pleasuring him felt like being the bull in Spain, fighting the urge to stay still and do nothing to respond.
"John not now, Connie is still in the house, we can't," George protested, "Anyway you and I both have a case up in less than an hour," resisting the urge to take it further for the fear of dragging another lover in front of the committee John stopped, letting her get out of the bed and slip into yesterday's clothes, shivering as she finally built enough energy to make it through to the kitchen for a well needed shot of coffee.
As Connie emerged from the bathroom George was taken aback at her perfect appearance, the dress sitting on her curvaceous body, giving enough of a professional air to deal with hospital life, yet being easy on the eye.
"I don't seem to know you that well, yet feel like I've known you a lifetime," George stated as Connie dropped her things on a chair in the corridor.
"Well we did sleep together," Connie smiled, going about the necessary to fix her own hit of coffee, sipping tentatively whilst keeping a wary eye on George who was flustering to find an answer which made sense.
"Yes, well, the less said about that the better, in court this sort of stuff, well we don't discuss it," George replied slowly, eyeing Connie suspiciously as she steadily drank her coffee, appearing to have ignored George's request. Finally having the cool head devoid of a hangover Connie strolled from the kitchen, slipping her heels off momentarily as she felt the soft carpet swaddle her feet.
"You're secret's safe with me, don't worry," Connie chimed eventually placing the coffee mug on the work surface, "now if you'll excuse me I want to slip away quietly and get back to my life," immediately digging in the drawer closest to the kitchen entrance George fumbled around for a bit of paper, scrawling a number and handing it to Connie.
"Just in case you ever need anything, apparently we do a good line in legal representation," George smiled, giving a kind gesture of affection towards Connie, sliding her hand carefully across her palm neither could deny the pang of passion that jumped between them.
"Ah, yes, thank you, John has my details if you still need me for that case, but I'm not sure of how much help I could realistically be," letting a smile fade slowly on her lips Connie stepped thoughtfully towards the door, dragging the perfectly packed case behind her, swiftly moving to the window George watched as she walked off down the road and turned the corner, leaving as soon as she'd come in.
Slipping quietly from the flat so she could get to the court in time to change George wasn't sure why she felt vibrantly awake, despite having had approximately two hours sleep. It couldn't have been the usual contemptuous anger that normally prevailed over her since she's barely uttered a b I t c h y word to anyone since yesterday, discounting the usual snipe at John which never ceased to put them at ease, an old habit grown out of years spent together. But the influence on her had only taken over within the past day, never had she felt so under the skin of someone so sure of themselves, bothered by no one and enjoying anyone's company. Making a note to ask John for her number George slipped daintily into the locker room, procuring a fresh shirt from her locker.
"George," came the familiar voice of her taunt, Jo, "those look remarkably like yesterday's clothes," came the sniping continuation of her greeting. Ignoring the jibe George quietly stalked to the cubical sitting round the corner of the cramp space.
"Did you have a point to make Jo or were you just attempting to boost your faltering ego by commenting on my state of disorganisation," kicking herself for finally returning to the super b I t c h persona which she hid behind so well George continued getting ready, moving swiftly to the mirror to reapply the threadbare make up she had with her.
"You look different to yesterday, who was it?" Jo mocked, assigning her lover neither gender nor name. Feeling like she was back at school wasting a pointless break in the toilets, reapplying the makeup that she knew would send the over-hormonal guys in her year crazy. Boarding school had been successful in one thing, making her coy at winding people up.
"None of your business, that's who it was," George snapped, finding she needed coffee once again, a two hour gap had to be near on her record.
"John is completely baggage free you know, there really is no need to feel guilty," Jo quipped, turning the key to her locker and turning to stare at George who was still fixing her robes in place.
"Jo for the love of god, why on earth would I voluntarily sleep with my ex husband, let alone have you suggest such a thing,"
"Since you were clearly jealous of the bit on the side he took home from the bar the other night, you know the one, short dark hair, legs that went on endlessly and a body even he couldn't resist," Jo smirked, finding perverse pleasure in riling George up at such an early hour.
"You mean Connie Beauchamp, she has the brain's to match him too, and from what little I hear of the medical world she's a far better cardiotharacics surgeon than your fiancé will ever be," taking the last word as victory George stepped from the room leaving Jo somewhat confused as to what had gotten into George, berating her supposed lover like she had did nothing but quell the feeling of hatred within her, John would have some answering to do.
